Fixing My Broken Mate

Chap7: Guilt Driven Niceness

Jinyoung's POV

Hmmmm... I felt so comfortable. My bed wasn't as comfy as this the previous nights, wonder what made the difference?

Feeling all the warmth and the addicting scent, I wanted to know where it came from so I slowly peeled my eyes open. That's when I noticed my pillow was breathing and my blanket was caressing my back. I blinked a few more times before it dawned on me that I was cuddled not on my bed but someone's chest.

Oh my god, I slept with someone!

"Hey, are you awake?" My pillow or better yet the person I've been using as a pillow suddenly spoke. I didn't have to bat an eye to know who it was. His voice, his touch, his very presence is enough for me to know it was him even from meters away.

The hand that was rubbing my back traveled up and started to pet my hair, pulling it lightly in a relaxing manner. "I know you're awake Jinyoungie, your body is tense," Mark noted.

"G-good morning," I greeted embarrassedly, my body betraying me and started to melt under his touch.

"Good morning, did you sleep well? I was worried you'd have another nightmare. Thankfully you haven't." Oh right, the nightmare. Now I remember how I ended up here with him. Wait a- Ohmygosh I literally asked him to sleep with me last night! Oh no, oh shit this is embarrassing!

"S-sorry, I inconvenienced you again," I apologized, feeling guilty that I have to drag him down with my problem. To my utter surprise, he suddenly shifted so my head fell from his chest and pillowed his arms instead. We were facing each other and his left hand found rest on my waist while the other was still buried in my hair.

"Don't apologize Jinyoung-ah, you've done nothing wrong. And I wasn't inconvenienced so don't think that way, okay?" He said softly.

Every brain cell in me screamed to push him away, that I shouldn't let him or anyone be this close to me. However, there's something in this guy that makes my resistance so weak. His kindness and concern towards me only made me guilty coz despite his actions all I did was ignore him and push him away. I thought the wall I built for two years was enough to isolate myself from everyone else but how come it's slowly crumbling down because of this guy. Should I let him pass through my defense?

My thoughts and our warm cuddle were however interrupted when someone squeaked from the door.

"Oh gosh sorry! I promise I didn't see anything!" someone croaked rushly. Mark groaned frustratedly and turned to lie on his back giving me a view of the person by the door.

The guy was very... skinny and he was covering his flushed face with both of his hands. He stood there frozen.

"Damn it Bam, can't you knock?!" Mark annoyingly asked. Due to my embarrassment of being caught in such a situation decided to bury my equally flushed face on Mark's pillow. Damn, it smells so good.

"But all your doors are open! I just came to see if you have finished the report, I need it," the guy Mark called Bam replied.